We had planned on taking Liam with us to the ultrasound so he could hear the big news from an impartial source. Kind of a cop out I know, but it seemed like it might be less of a blow if a stranger told him Gretchen was a boy than if we had to break the news ourselves. But at the last minute, he decided he'd rather go to his friend Sia's house than tag along with us to the baby doctor. He's such a smart kid. Last time he went with us, he got a little bored half way through and Bill had to take him out to the waiting room to play with the super cool magnetic car table while I finished up my appointment. While that was totally fine, there are some days a girl really wants her husband all to herself. Today was one of those days.
I was grateful to have Bill by my side as the tech checked out all of our baby's parts - heart, brain, kidneys, bladder, legs...and told us everything looked great. And, not having Liam at the appointment gave me the chance to try something out that Bill had wanted to do but I was too impatient to go for. He wanted to have the ultrasound tech write down the baby's sex on a piece of paper so we could give it to a bakery and ask them to make us cupcakes with pink jelly beans on top if it was a girl and blue jelly beans on top if it was a boy. A cute idea but not for me. I couldn't imagine purposely waiting longer to find out if our baby was a girl or a boy. Fortunately Liam inherited his patience from someone other than me.
He was all too happy to wait for our special mother-son date to hear about Gretchen. Then again, there isn't much he won't do for ice cream and candy...
So, there you have it. Gretchen is a boy.
My littlest thinker.